"Drown"

 

 

Twist yourself into little

 

Pretzel circles and

 

Dunk your head under the sea

 

 

Breathe deep the salty goodness

 

Until your tongue swells

 

And drown for me.

 

 

I’ll lift you by the hair, let water drip

 

From your vacant stare

 

And when I run my tongue over your skin

 

  It will taste    like tears.

 

 

Note – first appeared in the 2012 spring issue of Mused: Bella Online Literary Journal.

 

 

 

"Create"

 

 

                        that gulp

 

            in space.

 

The margins.

 

                        don’t flow right.

 

Futures over rocks,

 

            bubbling from caves,

 

            blinding, bending,

 

falls,

 

                        jagged songs,

 

            sun in crystals.

 

                        There’s more magic

 

the deeper you go,

 

            the less you try

 

                        to direct

 

your flow.